When I scattered the pieces to father

Darkness was falling rapidly

Down beyond the hills

Waiting for the knowledge of immortality


Strange contact of a creator unknown

Allowances for the usual exaggeration

Long limbs grew rigid

In the most evil reputation


I reacted to the touch of the crucifix

I struggled and blasphemed

In my morbid state of mind

Wishing it remained


I seek distraction in the social life of the chapel

Half tearful and half defiant

The chapel rotten and alive with maggots

Illegal entry is denied